Deb: I’m up when you are…LOLDeb: you’re supposed to be getting out of bed, girlDeb: stop hitting that snooze button(an hour later)Writer Buddy: but the snooze is my friendDeb: mine too…I hear yaDeb: okay, autocrit in operating order:Deb: BEFORE: The thief jumped up from the ground, one hand around his neck and looked at Nick, sizing him up as no threat whatsoever. He jumped toward Nick as if to push him out of the way, but Nick turned to the side, letting the thief stumble past him. “Anyone? I hear somebody.”Deb: AFTER: The thief jumped up from the ground, rubbing his neck with one hand as he sized Nick up. Seeing him up as no threat whatsoever, Trenchcoat leapt toward him, but like a bullfighter avoiding an oncoming bull, Nick slid aside again letting the thief stumble past him. “Anyone there? I hear somebody.”Deb: NOW THE KEY QUESTION: is it any friggin better?Writer Buddy: hmm. I think…. yes, but I am still asleepDeb: it’s subtle…yeah, that’s itDeb: it’s just subtleDeb: 🙂Deb: the difference between novels, and fabulous, well-edited novels…yeahDeb: that’s what I’m telling myself as I’m on page 7 out of 120Writer Buddy: ouchDeb: I know one thing…it looks like the red pen brigade on these pages. this better be frigging helping is all I can say.Writer Buddy: lolDeb: how you doing this morning?Writer Buddy: blah and its too damn cold to writeWriter Buddy: I have to buy firestarters.Writer Buddy: otherwise I spend hours cussing and never get fire anyhowWriter Buddy: <–not a pyromaniacDeb: i hear ya…might want to think about plain old ceramic heater near the feetDeb: and blankets on the bodyWriter Buddy: have blankets and those work goodWriter Buddy: but I can’t type with mittensWriter Buddy: lolWriter Buddy: or write before the break of dawnDeb: get some of those biker gloves with the fingers cut out (oh and quit your bitching)Deb: now THAT’S SUFFERING FOR YOUR ARTDeb: perching over the keyboard in those with blankets…I’m telling you. I think that’s how Hemingway got started and why he wrote such sparse prose…too frigging cold to add adjectivesWriter Buddy: sorry to say gal, but I think today will be one of those days when it just isn’t going to happen.Deb: well, you did get up…that’s progressWriter Buddy: okay new goal…. some form of heat that does not require me to do shit at 5am.Deb: good choiceDeb: i know…I have a fireplace mantle I’ve had for 3 years now that still isn’t hooked upDeb: can’t afford the tank and wiringDeb: Deb: because it appears we CAN afford a storage shed for hunting gearDeb: ballistic is the word that comes to mindWriter Buddy: ouchWriter Buddy: well if it weren’t 40 degrees I’d be writing this morning…but alas it is at least in my bedroomDeb: damnWriter Buddy: <–one tough bitchWriter Buddy: but not that toughDeb: well, climb back under the coversDeb: and get some heat todayDeb: maybe an electric blanketWriter Buddy: will you be writing/editing after work?Deb: oh yeahWriter Buddy: I’ll see you thenDeb: okWriter Buddy: I’m hoping to write like a nut and get done or damn close today. see you laterDeb: later!